In The Middle Of The Night

A poem of heartbreak

Waking up tired and alone The place in bed beside me Cold and empty Without you

You slipped out in the middle of the night Only a note on your pillow left behind You left when I was at my most vulnerable Never to come back

Dawn breaks on a new morn Then sheds its light to noon And I’m still laying here head in hands When the new day is done

Laying prone in bed Facing your note Afraid to touch it Lest it becomes real

On your pillow Like a trespasser It seems to taunt me As if I was a lesser,

Man than you needed me to be To make you stay around To make you happy, But I am not that man

They say it’s better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all But these words sound trite to me I don’t believe in them at all

I finally can bear it no longer I reach out for the note With its ill portents to deliver

Its’ scent of you Is like a slap in the face As are its words I feel like a disgrace,

Of a man to have failed you To have given you no choice But to leave me In the middle of the night

I feel no ill will towards you, my love I just wish I was the man you needed me to be I wish you happiness for the rest of your life And I hope your next love is better than me

I put the note back on its pillow And sleep sweet dreams of you Well into the night Dreaming you are still here with me